"This is the sound of gunfire." Krens, who was already some distance away from Al and the others, heard the bursts of rapid gunfire coming from not far away, which made him suddenly feel nervous.
Worried that something unexpected might happen, he didn't stop at all and followed the sound of gunshots coming from the front. Kerens chose a shortcut based on his familiarity with the Calaco District in his memory.
There was nothing unexpected. All six bullets deviated from their imagined targets and then hit the ground or buildings one after another.
The other two police officers beside him also pulled out their revolvers in the same manner and pulled the trigger on the clown man in front of them.
Bang, bang, bang….
A burst of rapid gunshots resounded throughout the street, waking up many people who had been sleeping in their dreams. Then they closed their windowsills tightly and did not dare to go out to watch.
The two police officers quickly fired all the bullets in their revolvers, then reloaded and continued shooting.
Or maybe it was because there were enough bullets, and one lucky bullet banged, leaving a blood flower condensed with blood on the clown man's shoulder, and the blood dripped down his shoulder. on the ground.
"Hmph," he grunted in pain, and a ferocious smile appeared on his face under the clown mask. The clown man now looked completely different from the kid-loving man that Clunes had seen before. Human blood is desperately needed to remain calm.
If he could still maintain a certain degree of sanity before, then now that his shoulder was injured, he was a beast that was easily angered. His anger made him forget about himself and the goals that Lord Lucius had given him before. He had made the plan, and now his target became the mice following him. This was his only thought.
He immediately stopped walking, turned his head slightly and glanced at the still bleeding wound on his shoulder. He slowly stretched out his palm and took off the clown mask covering his face with a funny expression, revealing his true self. He looked exactly like the Mr. Ron that Kerens was familiar with, but the kindness in his eyes at this moment was replaced by a ferocious look.
Ron looked at his still bleeding shoulder, stretched out his tongue and licked the wound one by one, looking like an addict enjoying himself. The weirdness and horror at this moment could be described as a bloody feast.
It's just that Ron, the protagonist, is treating himself as food. After licking all the blood on his shoulders clean, he glanced with a cold look at the Al people who were about to chase behind him, and then licked the blood on his hands again. He put the clown mask on his face, then jumped to the side, hiding himself, waiting for the prey to appear.
Da da da!
The three Als, who were running hurriedly, saw traces of blood spilled on the ground, which made them a little surprised, because this indicated that the clown man had been injured, and it was easier to find him by following the blood stains on the ground.
Thinking of this, the pace of Al and others accelerated a little more. It was not until the traces of blood on the ground gradually disappeared that the three of Al suddenly stopped and carefully observed the surrounding environment in an attempt to find his traces.
"Head, what should we do next?" a police officer asked, wiping the sweat from his forehead.
Al didn't say anything. He squatted down and carefully identified the footprints on the ground. However, because the road was paved with gravel, the footprints on the ground were incomplete and messy.
Another police officer leaned against the wall on one side, took out a pack of Cayana cigarettes produced in the St. John Empire from his pocket, then put it into his mouth, then took a deep breath, and then He took out a box of matches from his pocket and prepared to light the cigarette in his mouth.
Click!
The head of the match made a friction sound with the phosphorus surface of the matchbox, and then a small stream of green smoke came out of the match, and then it burned violently.
"What the hell are you doing? Are you still thinking about smoking?" Al, who was suppressing his anger because the clown man suddenly disappeared, heard in his ears that his own police officer was still thinking about smoking, and his expression was very angry. scolded him twice.
"I know I was wrong, sir." The police officer quickly threw the lit match aside, lowered his head slightly towards Al, and said apologetically.
But when he wanted to raise his head, his movements suddenly stopped, and his neck was tightly strangled by a pair of hands without any warmth. He could even clearly hear "bang, bang, bang" coming from his throat. "There was a sound of bones breaking, and at the same time a strong force lifted him up.
This sudden scene made Al quickly pull out his revolver from his waist. The black muzzle of the gun was pointed at the clown man who appeared behind the police officer. He couldn't help but cursed: " Asshole, let him go".
"Head, help me, I can't survive, cough, cough, cough!" The police officer felt that his breathing was getting more and more difficult, and he even rolled his eyes. He struggled hard, hoping to break free.
But hidden under the clown mask, the movements in his hands did not feel threatened by Al's black gun, but instead increased the power in his hands.
"Damn", Al and the other two could only watch helplessly at the clown man's actions, because the accuracy of Samman's police revolver was not very high, and if he fired now, he might accidentally injure his own police officer.
Click!
There was a muffled crisp sound, perhaps at a volume that only the police officer and the clown man could hear. This was the sound of his neck being pinched.
His struggling movements stopped instantly, his hands and feet hung down weakly, and his pupils dilated.
"Haha", the clown man chuckled, and then under the glares of Al and Al, he threw the police officer in their hands vigorously in their direction, and then rushed towards Al and the two.
"Fuck", Al cursed in a low voice. Looking at the body of the police officer who was thrown over like a shield and the clown man running over, Al clenched his fists and did not pull the trigger, because that was If you do it, there is a high chance that a bullet hole will be left in his body because he was blocked by the police officer. Boom!
The lifeless police officer hit Al hard, causing Al to take a few steps back.
The clown man rushed directly towards another police officer holding a revolver.
boom!
The police officer looked at the approaching clown man and pulled the trigger with slightly trembling hands, but he was still a step slower in pulling the trigger.
The clown man's hand was already on his pistol before he pulled the trigger, and then he raised the muzzle of the gun forcefully, and the shot hit the sky.
Bang!
The clown man threw his revolver aside and punched the police officer in the head. The police officer fainted instantly.
With a stern expression, Al put the police officer whose neck was broken on the ground, stood up slowly, and put the revolver in his hand on his waist. The clown man would never do it at such a close distance. Will give myself the opportunity to use a pistol.
Glancing sideways at the fainted police officer, Al thought of Krens and thought a little thankfully. Fortunately, he didn't follow him.
He casually took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, then slowly lit it under the clown man's gaze, took a deep breath, blew out a huge cigarette ring, and asked in a low voice: "Are you Ron?" ?, why are you doing this?"
"Haha", the clown man did not answer Al's question. Perhaps he felt that the other party's question was too stupid, and he was about to die and did not need to know any answers. Then he kicked off his hind legs and quickly moved towards He rushed forward and punched him hard.
Al quickly raised his right hand to block, but because of the powerful force carried by the clown man's fist, his blocking arm trembled. A pain instantly spread down his arm. Before he could think about it, Al With many years of experience, he kicked the clown man in the abdomen, and the clown man took two steps back calmly.
In just one fight, the opponent's strength and speed surpassed Al's by a lot, which made his heart sink. The arm that had just blocked the opponent's fist was still aching.
…
But Krens, who originally wanted to take a shortcut, was temporarily lost because of the unlucky hat in his arms. Because the good luck he used before did not come to him in the form of bad luck, Krens could not help but With some luck, he unfortunately got lost in a place he was very familiar with.
Fortunately, the bad luck caused by the good luck hat did not last long. Krens got rid of the bad luck of getting lost and continued to follow the previous shortcut to the place where he heard the gunshots. He followed the traces of blood on the ground. Krens finally saw Director Al who was fighting the clown man.